When Amber suggested I write a song for a girl who loves Doctor Who, I asked her to explain why she is a Whovian. She admitted loving the Doctor so much that she has told boys she’s not interested in them because she’s looking for a Time Lord. I imagined what it would be like to be such a boy—a boy trying to outshine a fictional, flawless character—and this song was the end result. No boy could ever live up to the Doctor, but maybe a boy like the one in this song would be good enough, Amber? I’m on the road this weekend, so I recorded with my laptop’s junky webcam and the only stringed instrument I could find: a banjo. I like it. I dedicate this tune to Amber for inspiring me and to these blogs with fun Doctor Who content: becauseofdoctorwho, whywelovedoctorwho, doctorwhoproblems, heckyadoctorwho, doctorwhofanart, and whovianconfessions. Enjoy, friends! — Kavalier Calm
You, Galaxies, Time Travel, and Love
Well, you came to my door in the dead of night,
and you took my flashlight, and took me on a hike.
You wore a skirt and climbed over rocks,
and I pretended not to watch.
And when we reached the spot to see the stars,
you stretched out your arms so far,
I thought the galaxies would reach back.
You turned to me and told me what you need,
and I stood shaking in the knees:
"A man of the future, who comes from the past,
a man who is bright, but puts himself last—
consistent and clever and always on time,
and with every word he seems just right.
And I knew just what I had to say:
Well, I can’t time travel or regenerate.
I’m a small town boy, not a Lord from Gallifrey.
And if I had two hearts, I’d give you one,
but half of this one I have should be enough.
And you wish you lived in a different age,
but here under these stars is where I want to be,
with you and your warmth in my reach—
just like those galaxies.